Brenda, your words are not weakness, but proof of survival. Even “borrowed hope” is still hope — and sometimes that alone is enough to carry us through.🤍
Brenda thank you for sharing this so honestly 🙏 Your words are raw real and carry the weight of what so many silently feel Borrowed hope is still hope and sometimes that’s all we need to keep moving until the Lord renews our strength The Bible reminds us He gives strength to the weary and increases the power of the weak Even youths grow tired and weary… but those who hope in the Lord will renew their strength They will soar on wings like eagles (Isaiah 40:29–31) Even in the ache God whispers My grace is sufficient for you for my power is made perfect in weakness (2 Corinthians 12:9) You may feel pressed down but never forget you are not abandoned We are hard pressed on every side but not crushed perplexed but not in despair… struck down but not destroyed (2 Corinthians 4:8–9) Hold onto that borrowed hope because in Christ it becomes living hope (1 Peter 1:3) and may His peace slowly wrap around your heart like the arms of a Father who has never let go
Rilke says something about being stopped in his tracks, while reading poems, and asking "Now why did the poet do that?" This happens all the time. It's part of the code-breaking. When a word or phrase appears that's arresting, it does two things: it challenges my perceptions of seeing/hearing/feeling, and it moves me into new territory. By this I mean an altered state of awareness that's akin to an extended daydream, where all my senses conspire to provide fertile and syntactically engaging words or lines. It happens rarely, but when I'm there I tend to make the most of it, for days sometimes.
This stopped me in my tracks, it is a very fine poem.
I feel the ache, Brenda. Sending peace and love. <3
Brenda, your words are not weakness, but proof of survival. Even “borrowed hope” is still hope — and sometimes that alone is enough to carry us through.🤍
Brenda thank you for sharing this so honestly 🙏 Your words are raw real and carry the weight of what so many silently feel Borrowed hope is still hope and sometimes that’s all we need to keep moving until the Lord renews our strength The Bible reminds us He gives strength to the weary and increases the power of the weak Even youths grow tired and weary… but those who hope in the Lord will renew their strength They will soar on wings like eagles (Isaiah 40:29–31) Even in the ache God whispers My grace is sufficient for you for my power is made perfect in weakness (2 Corinthians 12:9) You may feel pressed down but never forget you are not abandoned We are hard pressed on every side but not crushed perplexed but not in despair… struck down but not destroyed (2 Corinthians 4:8–9) Hold onto that borrowed hope because in Christ it becomes living hope (1 Peter 1:3) and may His peace slowly wrap around your heart like the arms of a Father who has never let go
Thank you. These words are like balm for my souI.
Thank you so much mam for your encouragement
Rilke says something about being stopped in his tracks, while reading poems, and asking "Now why did the poet do that?" This happens all the time. It's part of the code-breaking. When a word or phrase appears that's arresting, it does two things: it challenges my perceptions of seeing/hearing/feeling, and it moves me into new territory. By this I mean an altered state of awareness that's akin to an extended daydream, where all my senses conspire to provide fertile and syntactically engaging words or lines. It happens rarely, but when I'm there I tend to make the most of it, for days sometimes.
This stopped me in my tracks, it is a very fine poem.
Gosh. Thank you. Lost for words. 😊 that rarely happens.
Honest and real.
Thank you!
Absolutely beautiful.
Thank you Phillip 🙂